September 18, 2008

I was lying on my stomach, asleep when I felt Michael caressing my naked back slowly, almost as if he was tracing my new tattoo on my back. I let out a sigh and turned my head to him, smiling.

He smiles at me when he saw that I was awake and was still caressing my back. He then leans down to my face and gave me a soft peck on my lips.

"Good morning, Amanda."

I let out a soft chuckle, resting my head on my forearms. "Good morning… now that was some sex we had last night, huh?"

He started to blush, covering his eyes in shame. I started to laugh. "Why are you so embarrassed? You were the one, after all, took charge of it," I say, giggling and gave him a wink.

He lets out a laugh, kissing me on my lips.

I caress his bottom lip with my finger, and then rested my hand on his bare chest.

"So…. What is with the tattoo on your back?" Michael asked, resting his head on the pillow.

"They're sparrows. I got it about a month ago… before I met you."

"Why three? What do they mean to you?"

I let out a sigh and turned over on my back, pulling the sheets over my chest. "They are in memory of my parents and my best friend, Meg. When I was looking for a tattoo in honor of them, I did some research and I found out that according to ancient Egyptians, Sparrows caught the soul of a person recently deceased… so many sailors would tattoo the image of a sparrow on their bodies so if they died while at sea, they had hoped that the sparrow would catch their souls, carrying it to heaven. I thought that it was very fitting."

"Hmmm, interesting. Who's Dean?"

I look over to Michael quickly. "Your other tattoo on your right rib. It says Dean in the cursive writing. I noticed it last night when I took your shirt off."

"Dean was my late boyfriend. I took a copy of his signature and had them to tattoo it on my side, near my heart so I could remember him. This is so awkward now…" I said, covering my eyes.

"No, it's not. I think it's very kind of you to do that…. Yeah, it is weird, but we're just dating for now…just getting to know each other," he says as he started to kiss my neck.

I let out a giggle and let him kiss all over my body, which was very satisfying to me and the best wake up ever.


After Michael has left for work, I went outside on my balcony and had some coffee while watching the waves. It's my favorite part about living on the beach. I could get up in the morning and just smell the sea air and also, sometimes, I will watch the sun rise over the sea. It can be so beautiful in the mornings and I could never get sick of it.

My house phone started to ring so I put the coffee down on the balcony table and rushed in to get the phone.

"Hello?" I answered, leaning against the kitchen counter.

"Is this Emma Castle?" A man's voice spoke and I froze, feeling my heart beating up so fast.

"I'm sorry; I believe that you have a wrong number. This is Amanda Drake."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Ma'am. We're trying to find her. Thank you."

The man hanged up on me before I could say a word. I hung up quickly and stared at the phone, breathing heavily. I didn't even recognize his voice, but how did he get my number? It's unlisted number.

I got so scared that I realized that my hands were shaking. I shook them off and went back to the balcony, getting some fresh sea air to calm myself down.

I sat down for a second and closed my eyes.

Memories of everybody that I hadn't thought of in months flashed through my mind and I opened my eyes, letting out a sharp exhale. It seems that my past was coming back to haunt me.


In South Dakota, the same day.

Bobby's POV

My morning has been very interesting: Dean's back. He came to my door and my very first thought was that it was some demon possessing his body. So we fought or I tried to kill him, but Dean finally convinced me that it was really Dean by revealing personal information about me. So we went to find Sam, thanks to Dean's help and now we are finally reunited after four months. One person was missing: Emma.

We're sitting in my kitchen, catching each other up about what had happened after Dean passed away/went to Hell.

"Where's Emma?" Dean asked, looking at me.

"I don't know, son. She took off about two months ago. About a month ago, Emma called me in anger and told me that Sam had found her at her hotel room, drunk."

Dean looked at Sam in shock. "You showed up drunk?! What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Dean, I was grieving. I couldn't see Emma without breaking down and I was terrified to see her so I got drunk. That didn't go well…."

I interrupted them. "Hey! Do you wanna know what happened to Emma?"

"Sorry, Bobby. Go ahead." Sam says, giving Dean a pissed-off look.

"Anyways, Emma called and told me about Sam's showing up drunk then….she got upset and said that she couldn't take it anymore and that she needed to take off. She basically called me to say goodbye. I tried to stop her, but she had hung up on me. I never heard back from her since then. I think she felt abandoned since….Sam took off," I said, looking at Sam. He looks ashamed and guilty.

"You….took off without staying and take care of Emma? I asked you to take care of her and you broke your promise to me, damn it!" Dean says angrily to Sam and looks away from him.

I could see his jaw clenching. "Dean….Sam went off to find a way to get you back. Thank god he didn't sell his soul to get you back, but… I don't know how you are back, but we'll figure it out once we find Emma."

"Didn't you try to track her down?" Dean says, looking concerned.

"She's smart, Dean. She got rid of her phone so I can't track down Emma by using her phone's GPS. I have tried everything and nothing….I tried, Dean. I think she really wants to be alone."

"But this doesn't make sense at all. Why would she take off? Yeah, sure, she would be pissed at Sam, but to take off and not say a word? That is not like her at all."

"Dean… she watched you die. She felt helpless and couldn't save you at all. Then…." I stopped, remembering Emma's miscarriage and closed my eyes.

"Then what, Bobby?" Sam says, staring at me.

I looked at both of them before responding. I know that Emma is going to hate me but they needed to know anyways.

"She was pregnant, Dean."

They look shocked, their face turning white.

"What do you mean, she was pregnant?" Dean asked, rubbing his jaw.

"Yeah, I saw Emma a month ago….and she didn't look pregnant."

I let out a heavy sigh. "That's because she lost the baby, you idiot. She was about three months along when she had a miscarriage. The doctor told her that it was a normal miscarriage. But I know it changed her...she was never the same again."

I watched Dean as he processes about Emma's pregnancy and the loss of his child. I could tell that he was fighting his emotions back but kept his tough face on.

"Look, I want to find Emma as much as you guys want to….Do you have any ideas where Emma would go? I know Chicago would not be the place for her to visit or stay since that's where her parents were killed."

Sam was the first one to speak up. "Well, the last time I saw Emma was in Georgia…Maybe she would go to Virginia?"

"Why Virginia?" Dean asked, frowning at him.

"When Emma was with us and it was before you went to Hell, Emma told me one time that she has always wanted to visit Virginia…especially when there is a small town there at the beach. I don't remember what it was called."

"I know a cop in the Virginia…he owns me a favor. Let me make a quick phone call." I said, pulling out my cell phone from my pants.


Everybody's POV

As they waited for Bobby to get off the phone with the sheriff, Dean and Sam stares at each other.

"What are you going to say to Emma once you see her?" Sam asks him, leaning back against the chair.

Dean shakes his head, brushing back his hair. "I have no idea. It depends on how she is going to react once she sees me. She might cry, she might freak out on me and try to kill me like you and Bobby did."

"Can you blame us? We have no clue how you have been brought back or why you have that handprint on your arm." Sam says, pointing at Dean's arm.

Dean felt self-conscious about it and rubbed it.

Then they were interrupted by Bobby walking back in.

"So I spoke to my friend about Emma and he transferred me to the sheriff who works in Chincoteague, Virginia. I explained to him about Emma and what she looks like. Sheriff says that it sounds like her except that she has a short hair now and that her name is Amanda Drake. She still has her black truck, but her license plate is different. I am going to fax him the picture of her and see if he can make a positive identification. If it is Emma, he's going to make a phone call and see if it's her."

"Great, let's send the picture to the Sheriff!" Sam says, a little bit excited.

A few minutes later, Bobby received a phone call back from the Sheriff and did identified her as Emma Castle.

"Now, Bobby…she declined that her name was Emma Castle and that it was a wrong phone number…however when I mentioned her name, she was silent for a moment. I think she got scared. Good luck, Bobby and I hope you can get her back," the sheriff says over the speaker.

Bobby nods. "Alright, thanks. Bye."

Bobby hangs up the phone and looked at the boys. "Alright…if you really want to see Emma, we'll have to fly today because from what it sounds like, she might run. Let's go."

They were able to get the airline tickets and flew to Virginia.


I promise to post the other chapter up tomorrow (or today since it's midnight). It's been a long day so that's why I am posting this so late. But keep the reviews coming anyways. :D

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